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Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Sometimes Discouraged

Sometimes I get discouraged. Today is Chalk-A-Bration day. I have my loyal chalkers. Margaret Simon, Linda Baie, Liz Steinglass and Robin Sheldon. There are the occasional chalkers. There are those who love the idea but don't really have the time. There are those who just forget. Sometimes it rains, been there done that. Not an easy chalk day for sure. It snows, even harder. So, sometimes I am discouraged. Why do I continue doing this? Well, it brings me joy. It seems to make others happy, even if they don't find the moments to chalk. It's okay. It really is. I know what good intentions are. I have plenty of them. (The pile of laundry that needs to be folded, probably not happening tonight). I need to continue to find the joy in chalking poetry. Even when I can't find the words to share. Even when I can't find the right color or get the photo just right. I will find the joy in chalking a poem. It is a happy thing.

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Girls on the Move

I do an after school program with a great friend and former teaching partner at my school on Monday's and Thursday's. It is called Girls on the Move and we do everything from Zumba to yoga in one hour. This year we have over 60 girls. There is something really amazing and fun about jumping around, running and stretching with a gym full of girls who are packed with energy. I start out dreading it a little after a long day of teaching. Then I change my clothes and pull my hair up and I feel a little more ready. But when I walk in that gym to echoes of giggling and excitement, "Mrs. Hubbard are we doing yoga today?" I can't help but smile and feel their energy just flow right into me.

Tuesday, September 9, 2014

Twitter Poetry

Last night the Two Writing Teachers and I had a Google Hangout and were talking about different tools for writing. Then the conversation went to Twitter and I started to think about the Facebook poetry I did in April. From there my thoughts traveled back to Twitter and I thought, "Hey, why not Twitter poetry?"
Soooo, today after reading a few poems to my class I asked them if we could come up with one line to start a poem. One of my little guys said, "It should be about our butterfly!" See, we let a butterfly go the other day after watching it in its chrysalis last week. I thought that was great. "Okay, so what should we say about our butterfly?" They thought a minute, a few shouted out some ideas and then one student said, "We said goodbye to our butterfly! Bye and fly rhyme!" How cute I thought. We've been talking a lot about rhyme and listening for rhyming words in poems, songs and rhyming activities. It was nice to see someone apply it independently. A bunch of students agreed that was a great line. So we tweeted the line and waited.
This evening a few friends of mine have added lines and this is what we are up to so far:

Tuesday, September 2, 2014


Today was my first day of school back in kindergarten. I was anticipating a lot. I hate to say it, but I was mostly anticipating problems. All these problems are normal in kindergarten. Kids just don't know any better, they are immature and quick to react. Little kids cry easily and miss their mom. These things happen and I was ready for any or all of it should it occur. 
But then...
and I hesitate to even say it, almost none of it happened. Not only did everyone come in fairly happy, I think about two tears were shed (honestly, more from parents than kiddos). It was remarkable. We got to our play time and...they...played. I didn't have to do a lot of coaching like I normally do. I have one student who is on the spectrum and he was completely happy, even gave me some eye contact throughout the day. Someone knocked over another student's block tower and he said, "HEY, who's going to help me repair this?" He didn't throw things or kick someone, he actually responded quite appropriately. This was the first, first day, that I didn't have someone under the table or someone run out of the room in years. No one was pinched or bitten. Best of all, they seem like happy kids. That makes me hesitantly happy. I keep waiting for the crew from Punk'd to show up and say, "Just kidding, here is your real class." That being said, I have loved all my former students and classes. They were exhausting and I am sure (based on how I feel right now) I will be exhausted by this class as well. However, it feels different. I'll be anxious to share more as they get more comfortable and more personality traits are revealed but for now, I am going to soak it in a bit.